by Yona Zeldis Mcdonough

My Brother’s Demons

I lost my brother decades ago. I don’t mean that in any conventional sense; he’s alive, if not well, inhabiting the same 350-square-foot studio apartment he has called home for the past 30 years. But he’s been lost to me for a long time, as lost as if he disappeared into a deep forest, one where the branches overhead meet and link to blot out the sky, and the roots below erupt from the ground in tumorous, dark swells.

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Our Brothers/Ourselves

The articles in this special section:

My Brother, Missing

by Tehila Lieberman

The Firstborn and the Princess

by Gloria Jacobs

Marrying My Brother

by Anna Schnur-Fishman

My Brother’s Demons

by Yona Zeldis Mcdonough